He held out his hand, palm up, fingers slightly curled; the gesture was almost a question. Puzzled blue eyes peered out of a pale face framed by soft blond curls. They searched his face for a clue, then traveled down the line of his arm to his hand as if confused by the action. His empty hand waited. Warm brown eyes twinkled. The muscles in his arm moved as his hand reached out. Gregory put his pale hand in Caleb's and let him pull him close. They leaned into each other's bodies and swayed to the music. Caleb broke the silence.